One summer I had six growing beside old tomatoes and two pepper stalks. Strange combo, I know, but it worked. What didn’t work was trying to keep them tamed. They shot up past the tomato cages, leaves shading out everything beneath, sass and muscle in every stem. I had to hack my way in like jungle warfare just to water the damn things. My buddy warned me—he said when you order White Widow seeds, you better clear space or prepare for a fight… because they won’t exactly ask permission to thrive.